The Great British Baking Show versus American Cooking Shows

The Great British Baking Show is a masterpiece. I started watching it a few days ago, after watching all of the Chopped episodes on Netflix. As well as a fair amount of Cupcake Wars and Cutthroat Kitchen. The differences were drastic.


1) The Setting
The first episode of The Great British Baking Show was absolutely shocking. Not only was everything pastel, but they were actually outside in a pretty tent. Everything fit a pastel/pale aesthetic, whereas on Chopped for example, the room is fairly packed, with a heavy aesthetic. The transition scenes on TBBS (it's a lot to type) consisted of baby goats, plants, small animals, etc., while Chopped literally just pans from the contestants to a cleaver wedged in the wall. 

2) The Contestants
The lack of rivalry is a refreshing one. Cutthroat Kitchen literally pits contestants against each other, forcing them to steal equipment and/or ingredients, as well as sabotage their recipes.Cupcake Wars and Chopped also mostly consist of false (or real) arrogance and boasting, as well as talking competitors down. TBBS instead has a comfortable friendly atmosphere. The interactions are lovely, and everyone is reluctant to see their competitors go. It's like they're teammates rather than competitors.

3) The Amount of Preparation
Chopped, Cutthroat Kitchen, and Cupcake Wars all force their contestants to create in an insanely short amounts of time (30 minutes, for example). Their ingredients are completely wild and are always a surprise. On TBBS, the bakers not only have a sufficient amount of time to create quality foods with gorgeous aesthetic quality, but they also get to practice at home before each episode.

4) The Hosts
On American shows, I've really only seen the hosts hang back with the judges and comment on the chefs from afar. They're lovable and lively, but much less interactive than the comedy duo on TBBS. TBBS's hosts are full of innuendos and puns. They sometimes act like a couple, and frequently interact with the bakers. Occasionally, the hosts will even assist the bakers, contrasting with the hands-off American approach.

5) The Judges
The judges on TBBR are honestly so chill that if you aren't listening closely, you'd think that everything they said was a compliment. Even the criticisms are delivered so pleasantly. They walk around the tent and come to each baker to chat and taste their food. The judges on American shows instead sit behind a long table, distanced from the standing chefs. There's a prominent divide, and the judges are also sometimes pretty darn mean. It's their job, yes, but sometimes the mean humor is literally just to maintain their image as a harsh judge.

A Trainwreck, But an Enjoyable Trainwreck

I wrote about the preparation for this post's happening, or lack of, here.

The stage lights were blinding. Joyce and Claire were playing Butterfly Lovers on horn and piano. After my completely improvised ribbon solo en pointe, and Jasmine and Morgan's parasol duet, it was time for our fan dance trio.

We had a lose idea of what we were going to do for out Chinese New Year festival performance for two months, maybe three. There were going to be parasols for sure, and the song we chose was Butterfly Lovers. We had arranged for Joyce to play piano, and for Claire to be on French horn. That much was organized until the two weeks preceding the event.

The first day in that two week crackdown period was a Sunday. The basic sequential aspect of our act was devised. I would have a ballet/ribbon solo, Jasmine and Morgan would do their parasol work, and then we would join together. Claire's music was not yet arranged at this point, and the fan choreography was only in the beginning stages. The parasol dance was loosely created.

The fan choreography was not completed until the midnight of the Friday/Saturday transition, the weekend before the Monday festival. I knew this would be a rough performance. We learned the whole set of choreo on Sunday and didn't even manage a full clean run through. I still hadn't heard the song all the way through.

On Monday night, we had a vague idea of what we were doing. In regards to my pointe solo, I just winged the entire thing. I also fell at one part, but I mean, it happened. The parasols were rather okay, but when it came to the fans....yeah. Right before I went onstage, when the curtains were about to open, Morgan told me that she had completely forgotten the choreography. In the pictures I had my friend take of us, you can see clearly what was happening. There were pictures where I was doing the dance, and both Morgan and Jasmine were standing there, blatantly staring at me. In most, you can see us looking at each other laughing. On stage.

You'd think that it'd be an embarrassing event. It wasn't. Coming off stage, we just gathered together laughing so hard, not in shame, but in genuine amusement. It was hilarious, but had enough parts that were actually quite nice, so it wasn't completely tragic. People that had watched us told me we looked good, or that it was a pretty performance, but the whole thing feels like an inside joke. Overall, it really exercised our existing friendship, and made for a good memory, especially for Morgan, who is graduating this year. 

Spring Memories (Jasmine)

These are Jasmine's spring memories. Morgan's are here.

"When I lived in Chicago, we used to live right next to our cousin's house. It was like our house, a neighbor's house, then Kevin's house.This was when we were really young and we didn't know a lot of English because we only spoke Chinese. What we'd do every single day when Kevin got out of school was go to Kevin's house for like five hours. He's just have to hang out with us for like five hours and not do his homework, which was terrible. At the time, we didn't know it was terrible. So we were like, okay alright. So,  because he wanted to get his homework done, he'd send us on these 'missions', in which he was like 'Okay guys, get me these things' and they were like stuff he needed for his homework. We'd be like 'aight'.And that was all that we would do, and then he would play video games while we just watched. That was my childhood."

"How old were you?"

"I don't know, like five? Smol child."

"So you didn't speak very much English as a little kid?"

"Nah, we started in preschool. So, 4? Yeah, preschool was not fun, but kindergarten was a little more fun."

"So what were those journeys like?"

"My journeys? They weren't really anything. They were just kind of like, sub-par make-believe adventures? Sup-par...at best. There was one time where he actually tried to make a game for us, but we just weren't having it. It was really late and we were just like no. It was a make-your-own-adventure type of thing, and it was really neat, but we just gave up on it like two acts in." 

Spring Memories (Morgan)

I, a person incredibly susceptible to nostalgia, feel some sort of sensation with the transition of seasons, four times a year, every year. Summer is about wonder and adventure, Autumn is somber, Winter is rather bleak but has it's moments, and Spring possesses a distinct fresh feeling. Memories of mine include new beginnings and rudimentary childish joy. Today's scene included a half grass half snow landscape, a blue sky, and a temperature in the 40s. Thus, the feeling of spring began to manifest within me. I asked a couple of my friends what kind of spring memories they had themselves. First was Morgan.

"What were some lovely childhood memories that come to mind when you think of spring?"

"So I used to live in this small town when I was in first grade or second grade. It was at our house in Forest City."

"Oh...hm"

"Never heard of it?"

"No..."

"Great, so we had a cherry tree out in front of our yard, and every spring the cherry blossoms would come. And then when the cherries were finally there, we picked them, and then we would freeze them with sugar, and then make cherry pie. Those cherry blossoms were the best."

"That sounds so nice! We used to have a crab apple tree, but it died."

"Aw, well we moved. I miss that cherry tree. We also had honeysuckle growing on one side of the house, and lilac bushes in the back. Spring was the best. IT was beautiful, and smelled so good. That was one of my favorite things about that house. We played outside a lot, because my mom would throw us out of the house all the time. We were home schooled, so we did school in the morning, then she would throw us out in the afternoon. We'd play, my older sister and I. It was the best. That was the best house we lived in."

"Did you guys move a lot?"

"We did. We lived in South Dakota, I was born there. We moved like three times, but only twice when I was alive. Then we moved to Iowa. Six times total."

2.14

Valentine's day is actually my favorite holiday, which is ironic as it's considered one of the most commercialized holidays, as well as a sad day for singles. I'm someone who hates Hallmark movies (no plot variety, come on), always happens to be single in February, and despises materialism. Why do I like it so much? I don't exactly know.

Perhaps this is because of my upbringing. My parents were somewhat strict and devout Christians. Of course, Easter and Christmas were celebrated in our household, though Christmas has always been kind of eh to me, and Easter was a lot of fun, but also resulted from Jesus's death three days prior. My parents are also rather patriotic, so United States-centric holidays were acknowledged as well. The secular and non-country related holidays weren't played up too much on the other hand.

When I was young, there was an excitement in preparing my little Valentines cards. Though the folding and taping was rather repetitive and boring, receiving them from others was so much fun. Even more enjoyable was making the container which would hold the accumulation of Valentines. Arts and crafts were my thing as a kid, so I really got creative with these.

As I got older, the romantic aspect did become a little obnoxious, but I could look forward to having a nice dinner with my best friends. The general theme of love manages to reach my stone cold heart, I guess. We'll see how this year's pans out.

Passions Fade

2008. Mid-September. A cool breezy night. I, at nine years of age, was watching the Kennedy Marching Band perform for halftime at a football game. I was in awe of the formations and colors. The drums' vibrations were felt in my stomach. It was the only thing that tore my attention away from my nachos that night. I knew I wanted to be in the color guard from then on.

I became a member my freshman year. Though my skills were lacking, I worked hard and was a little obsessed with the activity. after all, it was a sort of dream of mine. I had such intimate friendships with other members and loved performing. It was something that I found joy in and never wanted to stop doing. Color guard was a piece of my identity back then. In the springtime, I found myself missing marching.

There was drastic improvement in the time between my freshman and sophomore years. Sophomore year was much more wholesome, as my effort had paid off. My skills were developed and my heart was still beating for performance. That was the senior year of so many of my friends, but  I never wanted it to end. We didn't rank well, but that wasn't an issue because the act of performance was enough to satisfy me.

Junior year. Almost all of my best friends in guard had graduated. We actually had some pretty snazzy costumes, and the show was Jekyll and Hyde, one of my favorite stories. We placed so well, and it was deemed one of the most successful years for the band in a while. You'd think that this would be heavenly for me. It would only make sense, yeah? Unfortunately, I found myself hating it at practices, and feeling little post-performance. Whatever I had felt before had left me. Even when we did so well at our biggest competition, I felt relatively nothing. Where did it go? My therapist suggested that it could be because my identity had developed past the need for color guard to be a large part of who I am. It was definitely a thought that stuck, and I think she could be right. I mean here I am, with a guaranteed spot as the leader next fall, instead choosing not to complete a four-year run in marching band. I have the skills and there are expectations for me to lead my teammates next year, but I just can't bring myself to dedicate so much of my life next year that I don't feel passionate about. I'm going to get so much slack for it, but I truly think I've just grown out of my state of being as a member. Though it's so incredibly disappointing, I really feel that it's my time to move on and just keep developing and that it's simply a sign of age.

High School Habits (Chinese students)

Every year, the school's Chinese program organizes a festival to celebrate the beginning of the Lunar New Year. This often takes place in late winter. The festival at school consists of a Hy-vee Chinese dinner, followed by performances created by students. I've taken Chinese for four years, and it feels like the same thing every year - a true testament to the progression of procrastination of an adolescent.

Choreography has always been my contribution. During my 8th grade year, it came in the form of motion's for my group's pitiful performance of I Love You, You Love Me, Chinese version. If you're thinking of the ol' song from Barney, you're thinking right. This one was pretty easy and didn't have any rushed planning, but this was pre-high school of course.

My freshman year was when my group did a fan dance to 恭喜恭喜(Gong Xi Gong Xi). That one was prepared maybe two weeks before our performance. It was pretty fast paced, and legitimately choreographed with effort. We worked hard and performed it well.

The next year, I choreographed a ballet solo/ribbon trio .The other two members of my group also made their own fan duo piece. It was definitely more messy than the year before, given it was also choreographed the week before we performed it. The anticipation was lessened too.

This year...ha. This year consists of a ballet solo, parasol duo, and fan trio. The performance is in a week, and we've just started to look at it today. There's little excitement and instead just loathing. We'll see how this one turns out...